It’s sweater weather, you say?
I might wear a sweater if we slept together.
There’s something in your eyes that says maybe.
My feelings exactly
-ice picks for everyone!
Anyway, I go try to find a live version to see just how smokin’ the Russian lady is.
Mr. Fred Garvin, Male Prostitute is not available this evening to participate and asked that I post on his behalf. Here’s the account of how Mr. Garvin and I bonded. I confided to him the the imperfect voice of the Russian girl who sings this gave me a mental image that she was smokin’ hot.
Andyou were waiting there, swimming through apologies
Before there were Gregorian Monks covering pop music, and making that a thing, there were the Electric Prunes, not monks, singing monklike stuff. And no, not hey-hey, we’re Monk-ies stuff.
John Butcher. Or as I thought his name still was, John Butcher Axis. I guess he fell off the Axis, though, since apparently he goes by just John Butcher nowadays.
Mr. Garvin, I think I’m prematurely grey.
With all of the comic book superheroes out there, I prefer to stick with the original, tried and true.
This is something I may download and listen to with headphones, to assist in enhancing my exposure to culture.
Trains And Boats And Planes - while Burt Bacharach is not someone I care for, Sandie Shaw did what she could with this.